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Updated: May 3, 2025
Caleb Harper hain't long fer this life an' who's goin' ter take up his leadership onless hit be you?" Aaron laughed, but there was a grim complaisance in the tone that argued secret receptiveness for the idea. "'Peared like hit war give out ter us terday thet this hyar young stranger war denoted ter heir thet job." "Cal Maggard!"
"Ye don't seem no master degree talkative terday, Bas," suggested the man with the pistol, which was no longer held levelled but swinging though ready to leap upward. Then almost musingly he added, "An' thet's a kinderly pity, too, seein' ye hain't nuver goin' ter hev no other chanst." "Why don't ye shoot an' git done?" barked Rowlett with a leer of desperation.
"Erginst all ther perils I knowed erbout yes," he answered, slowly, then his tone leaped into vehemence. "But I didn't suspicion until terday thet whilst I was away from ye ye hed ter protect yoreself erginst Bas Rowlett." "Bas Rowlett!" the name broke from her lips with a gasp and a spasmodic heart-clutch of panic. Her well-kept secret stood unveiled!
The man's eyes broke into vehement challenge. "So long es thar's life in me I won't fergit hit!" "I reckon ye'd better heer me out," she reminded him with an ominous note and he nodded his head, waiting, while she continued. "Yestiddy I seemed crazed but terday I hain't. Ye 'pears ter be right sartain thet I loves ye. I don't know, but I either loves ye or I hates ye like all hell.
"Mirandy's Secesh, but I'm for the Union," explained Josh, with a wink to us. "Sometimes we have as big a war as any one cyares ter see, right hyere, on 'ccount of it. But, Lors, Mirandy, yer ain't a-goin' ter quarrel with a man 'cause the color of his coat ain't ter yer likin' when he ain't had a bite of vittles terday!" "No, I ain't," answered the woman, stolidly.
He was discovered in the enemy's country, and must accept the enemy's terms. "This hyar time, I lets ye go back," said Samson, "fer the reason thet I'm tryin' like all hell ter keep this truce. But ye must stay on yore side, or else ride the roads open. How is Purvy terday?" "He's mighty porely," replied the other, in a sullen voice. "All right.
I take the furnacher because I bought it yer close is yors I leave them and wishin' yer the best of luck I remane oncet yer wife but now agin "Mrs. Katie Flannigan. "N.B. I 'm lavin town terday so it won't be no use lookin' fer me."
"Bad luck signs: Ef'n a picture falls, hit's a sign ob de'th bad luck ter step ovuh a broom ef a clock stop runnin' en later hit strike, dat means de'th." "Sum ob de young peeple terday ez good but sum ob dem don't wan'ter be nuthin'. De last war ruined mos' ob de white en de black." "I b'leeves in de Baptist 'ligion en 'longs ter de Baptist Church, 9th Avenue N. on Cedar Street.
"You can give two points more west, with the jib drawing the sea is not quite so heavy?" "Ay, ay, sir she's riding fairly free, an' the wind is shifting nor'east. Thar won't be no storm terday."
"Now, I put it to you, Sister Sudley, air Ty a-makin' that thar boy plough terday? jes be-you-ti-ful field weather!"
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